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[ Wed Nov 13, 08:21:50 PM | Owen Ferguson | edit ]
[So Am I using you to edit me or you to edit me?]
The City. Ancient beachhead. [A] Metro astral network. Traffic corridors pulsate through logic gates of amber stoplights. Wet reflection on weathered tarmac. Binary[-]gre[a]y moiré of pointillist mist wisps. [The Armadillo Steak House;] Broiling Texas steakhouse; the fire sign. The waiter is American-style-friendly. [A] The clerk’s façade. A terminal looser[. ] [W]with nine years in the service gulag. The Cocaine Lady [, a good drink to test the bartender with,] is delivered with studied seething. [rare] Oversized western steaks. Symbol[s] of the great grain empire. Centre still raw, bloody to the touch. Orgasmic meat flap feast [that’s what the crazy frickin’ bootleg game-cube tie-in product is called]. “Eat raw meat an you can mate. Your offspring will have more meat flaps.” It’s a fight for survival in the stone downtown.[(8//8)]
